I’m wrapping up week two of The Lotus and the Lily and I’m catching up a bit because I have been under the weather lately. My boyfriend thinks it’s probably allergies (due to Austin, Texas apparently being the allergy capital of the world)…I’m thinking it’s a combo of my chronic fatigue syndrome acting up, plus a cold that is being exacerbated possibly by allergies. I will say, I’ve never had allergies that knocked me out like this, but I’ve also never had a cold where my eyelids got puffy (this is the clue big there’s an allergen involved).
There is always an emotional/energetic component to illness, and so I’ll expound upon that a bit in relation to my Lotus and Lily work here – somehow, it is all tied in.
This week of The Lotus and Lily has been about looking at the past and identifying those patterns and negative “thought-forms” that may be holding us back. In some respects, I feel like I’ve already done in the past few months since I’ve newly settled in Austin…leaving a city you’ve lived in for a whopping total of 17 years (with a one-year break in Seattle), when you’ve just turned 40, is going to stir up some navel-gazing.
Primarily I’m glad I lived in Los Angeles, especially in my 20s, though I can honestly say that I feel I may have stayed there a few years too long. In some respects think I might have been better off staying in Seattle in 2003 rather than going back. (I had moved to Seattle for love, but it did not work out, and ended up moving back to Los Angeles after a year. I was this close to staying in the Pacific Northwest, though.)
I liked Los Angeles for the sunshine, the vast array of things to do and places to visit, the beach, the mountains, and the very temperate climate that was good for my chronic fatigue syndrome. There’s a joke that California would be a great place if you got rid of all the people, and while I certainly would not get rid of a lot of the people I met in California, it is somewhat fair to say that the people are one of the big problems with Los Angeles. It’s the nature of the beast – anywhere the entertainment industry is planted, you’re sure to find large pockets of shallow narcissism.
While I know genuinely talented, creative people who got into acting, there’s a heck of a lot more people who get into it because they want easy fame and money without hard work. But sometimes worse than those starry-eyed folks are the greedy, pushy jerks who don’t have any creative talent but want to be around fame and fortune, and that includes the agents, wannabe agents, producers (or those who claim to be producers but aren’t really), overly eager production assistants, and the assortment of (for some reason) mostly short, snobby 20something guys who are trying to claw their way up to being a hot shot producer by kissing up and name dropping.
These people definitely affect the vibe of Los Angeles. Don’t get me wrong, you’ll find lots of nice, smart, hard-working people in LA too. But you’re surrounded by a lot of slime. And it just seems to create an environment where people are slightly off-balance. It’s probably not fair of me to say I met a lot of nutty people in LA, because I’m sure quite a few people would call me nutty (especially with the new age work I do), but I mean nutty in a harmful, awe-inspiring, unbelievable way.
There was the friend who in her mid-30s was growing pot in her apartment closet for her boyfriend and had a stripper pole in her living room, and who fell down drunk on sidewalks and acted like a 20-year-old. She became furious with me one night, because I let her drive drunk. I would have never done that if I had known, honestly. I thought she was sober enough to drive, because she wasn’t falling down or being obnoxious like she normally was when she went out and drank. She “seemed” sober to me. So, she got mad because I should have been the responsible one to stop her from driving, but clearly I was distracted by the good-looking guy I had met at the bar, and thus was being a selfish bitch.
Never mind that it really shouldn’t be my responsibility anyway to manage her drinking and driving…certainly I wasn’t there each and every time she drank…but because I didn’t just that once stand up and be the goody-goody, she became furious and that ended the friendship.
It was kind of at this point that this slow realization hit me that maybe I really didn’t need to have friends who got so drunk they fell down on the ground, nor friends who had little pot farms in their apartments, especially considering I rarely drank and did not enjoy getting high! What the heck was I doing hanging around people like this at age 34?
But in LA, everyone lives an extended adolescence and the craziest stuff just seems so normal. Drugs, alcohol, sex – it’s all there in front of your face if you happen to go to anything social such as a club or a party. You half expect to see young women out with short skirts and no underwear if you go out to the Sunset Strip on a Friday or Saturday night. OK, I would dress up in skimpy clothes when I was younger but I never did that no underwear thing. In fact, I’d be the one wearing a pair of shorts underneath my miniskirt.
So I never really fit into these scenes. Oh, I went out and “partied” but never fully participated. I went clubbing because I liked dancing. I didn’t do the drug part of clubbing. Half my friends would be “rolling” on “e” and I’d be totally sober and drinking water, but nursing it like a drink.
I still had a lot of Midwest girl in me and while a part of me admittedly found the Hollywood scene to be exciting, another part of me felt somewhat put-off by all the decadence, but I would tolerate the drugs around me because I didn’t want to be judgmental (even though, ultimately, I still am judgmental! Aren’t we all?). Don’t get me wrong – it’s not like they don’t do drugs in the Midwest either – the University of Michigan had more than its share of potheads when I went there. But in Los Angeles, there’s just this atmosphere of sleaze that transcends the stupid things you might do as a young person in a Midwest college town.
The way I did try to fit into the whole LA thing was not with drugs but with men. I did my fair share of oat sowing. I liked going out and seeing if I could pick up the hottest guy at the club. I seemed to go out with a good number of male models, though that doesn’t really mean much considering half of the guys in LA are wannabe actors-slash-models. All the while I wanted a serious relationship but could not find one…I was too busy with the pretty boys to find the man of substance. Oh, that’s not totally fair…I did date quite a few guys who were not models by any stretch of the imagination, nice, normal guys even. Just nothing clicked with those. And I really needed a smart guy, and frankly, it’s just a lot easier to meet a good-looking guy in LA than a smart one. (There were one or two good-looking smart guys I dated. I did try to keep them, just not successfully.)
Finally I hit a turning point where I realized that I did not want to be caught up in the exciting but exhausting shallow merry-go-round, and I turned my attention away from clubs and pretty boys to my spirituality. And Los Angeles is actually a good place for that too, because once you leave the velvet-roped clubs of Hollywood behind, you’ll find yoga studios and spiritual centers and all sorts of places to get your new age groove on. Yoga got me much more grounded and on track, and meditation and mantra got me away from all the drama and ego-driven focus.
So what does all this have to do with my Lotus and Lily practice? Well, we were asked to look back and here I am, looking back on almost two decades in a town that ultimately did not really give me the life I wanted – honestly, by now, I thought I’d be married with two kids in a house somewhere – but somehow got me on this very strange spiritual path that I’m on.
I can’t help but live and breathe spirituality, even though I don’t feel that I’m as spiritually evolved or as open as I’d like to be. It’s very odd to me that I ended up putting up a Reiki website where people from all over the world come for my Reiki attunements. I don’t feel like I really have any hard answers or that I’m that wise. Sometimes I do have a moment of the “Grandself” coming out (as Janet Conner calls that higher part of you), but I seem to be much more insightful about helping others than myself. (Isn’t that the case with a lot of healers?)
Those Pesky Negative Thought-Forms and Beliefs
In my Lotus and Lily workbook for the week, I am asked to come up with some negative thought-forms that might be holding me back in my life. As I think about that and my Los Angeles experience, a few things come up for me:
1. Somewhere I think I must be a bad person and do not deserve a wholesome, happy life because I engaged in some behaviors that were not really the “best” options at the time. Somehow, I must be “tainted.”
2. I had a pattern of attracting friendships with women who had love/hate relationships with me. I finally wanted off that merry-go-round too, and ended up being perhaps a bit draconian in cutting certain friendships and moving on. I don’t regret that, actually, but feel somehow that the spurned former friends are there in the background, wishing me ill will and ready to pronounce to the world what a holy bitch I am if I ever choose to put myself out there more. And actually, the reality is that there are one or two of them where I wouldn’t put it past them.
The thing is, there have been times in my past that I was a selfish bitch, or I was just being an idiot, and maybe I just need to come to grips with the fact that even though I have not lived a perfect life that doesn’t mean I am not worthy and can’t put myself out there (i.e., by writing my blog, writing a book, or doing whatever it is I want to do).
3. In line with number two, I’ve been much more careful about getting too into friendships without first taking the time to really assess whether a person is safe or not. Unfortunately, while I know logically that a lot of my issues had to do with my unconsciously drawing in toxic people, there’s a part of me that believes I am not worthy of better.
As you can see, a lot of the negative thought-forms have to do with a basic feeling of unworthiness – and I’ve actually said to many clients, I believe the core issue that everyone has is that somewhere we feel we are unlovable.
Now, going back to week one of The Lotus and the Lily, I identified my “intention” in the course as being one simple word: INTEGRATION. We were then given an assignment to write a prayer for the course. I had not been inspired and didn’t have mine done by the second call. When I heard some of the long, beautiful prayers on the call I felt that somehow flowery phrases were not right for me.
A little voice in my head told me that my prayer was to be simply one word. Was it an English word? No. A one-syllable word? No. A sanskrit mantra? No. What was it? The word then popped into my mind: SHALOM.
Now, I am not Jewish but I have been studying Kabbalah recently. I did not know the full meaning of “Shalom” at that moment, however. I just knew it meant “peace.” When I got off the call I looked up Shalom on Google and it means much more than that. It means, in part:
Completeness, wholeness, health, peace, welfare, safety, soundness, tranquility, prosperity, perfectness, fullness, rest, harmony, the absence of agitation or discord.
The webpage I found goes on to say:
“So in essence, when you speak out the word SHALOM – you are not only proclaiming peace, but all the above meanings of the word over that person – that’s a mighty blessing!!!”
Wow. The perfect prayer! And I had no idea! Or I guess I did, some part of me.
Integration, wholeness, health, prosperity, peace…I’ll take it.
So tying all this in (yes, there’s a point to my long-winded meandering)…while I still don’t know why I needed to experience the bad things I did in Los Angeles, it seems that they did in part lead me to my spiritual path. And ultimately, I have to be on this path because I feel it’s the only way to heal my chronic fatigue syndrome, which is something I got in high school.
When I meditated earlier today on why I was sick and relapsing now that I was in Austin, the answer my “Grandself” (aka “Higher Self”) told me was this: In order to survive in Los Angeles, I had to keep a part of myself shut down and protected. I happen to be very energetically sensitive. I’m empathic and a “highly sensitive person” by nature (though a tough bitch sensitive, which I’ll write more about later). Now that I’m in Austin, and starting a new relationship, my heart is opening and I’m able to take down some of the emotional walls I had in Los Angeles. But I’m feeling vulnerable, and I’m also not used to dealing with the added influx of energies coming at me without the thick heavy shield.
So I’ve been having a bit of a chronic fatigue syndrome relapse, and getting sick, because I’m a bit energetically overwhelmed and haven’t fully adjusted. There are some things I need to do spiritually as well as physically to learn how to have a more open-hearted “shield” and that’s going to take a little time. But I should be getting stronger and ultimately more healthy in the long run as I let go of the old “stuff.”
Part of my “integration” will then be to integrate the different sides to me – those parts of me that have been “naughty” and “nice” – and forgive myself, learning how to have an open heart safely (safety is important) and be able to live in a more heart-centered way without being overwhelmed by outside energies.